Chapter 14

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Hello all of my beautiful wonderful readers:)) I am soo happy to finally post chapter 14!!;D WARNING: SMUT! I REPREAT: SMUT! haha it's my first time writing it and it's not very good but it's smut... So wutevs;D Thank you soo much if your still reading! Now I'll let you read. Xx

Zayn's POV

I was very slowly and steadily sliding Liam's black boxer-briefs down. My heart was pounding out of my chest... Maybe I should've got drunk l

first, but I know that might have made everything worse. Liam gasped suddenly as I kept going and sat up as quick as he could.

"WAIT!" I froze. He reached down and pulled his underwear back on before I saw anything. I held my hands up in surrender then let my head fall and deeply sighed. 

Ugh!!! Why does he have to stop me right when I'm getting to the good part? I felt Liam's hand on my chin. He held it up and looked me straight in the eye. "Don't stress babe... No, please don't cry.." I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I had wanted this so bad.

His soothing voice echoed in the room, "I just need to call Danielle and let her know that the little date we went on a couple days ago, doesn't mean we are back together. Okay?" 

I sucked up the tears that had escaped my eyes and nodded, blinking. So he does want to go through with this? I'm so glad we are on the same page.

Liam stood up in front of me and extended his arm out to me to help me up. I took it, still a bit nervous. When I got to my feet, he let go of my hand and lifted my chin up to meet his plump lips. I gladly took the kiss he offered.

He walked over to where I had set down his jeans and bent down to check pockets. Of course his phone was in the last pocket he checked. We made eye contact. I could tell he was sorry for stopping us once again.

He started to walk towards the door, not bothering to put anything else on. But when he reached me, he stopped and whispered into my ear, "I'll make it up to you." He winked and walked out the door.

I looked up and down his back as he left. His muscles moved with him in a sentual way that I loved... Wait, did I just check Liam out?... I guess there's a first time for everything.

I looked around the room, just thinking about what's going to happen. What could happen? What's the most that could happen? Suddenly I was shaking. I was nervous and scared. Could I even do this? It's so different. I had to get out of this room. 

Once I was out of the room I took a deep breath, like it was fresh air. I could hear Niall babbling down the hall. He must be on the phone. I decided to go listen. 

"Please don't make us leave. We are doing fine without bodyguards and you don't need to come join us." he argued. "No, we refuse to leave. I don't care what 'Modest!' Managment wants. Harry is in the hospital and he might be getting out tomorrow. We will be back in England in like two days! We will cancel the rest of the US tour, just don't make us leave him." I could hear Niall sniffling. I quietly opened the door. He turned and wiped his eyes. They were red and puffy. 

It's awful what Managment does. None of us want it. But Simon says we have to have it to keep all of our publicity and stay popular. Something about them doesn't seem right. Niall rolled his eyes at something they said and hung up without saying anything. He dropped his arm and looked at the ground.

I hate seeing him like this. It just makes me so sad. Making Niall cry is like murdering a helpless puppy. You can't do that! "Aww Ni!" I walked over and wrapped him in my arms. He hugged me back.

"I.. Don't. Want to. Leave Harry." he said between hiccups. I just nodded my head and held him. Soon he stopped crying and let go of me. "It was Wade." Wade. The "Modest!" Managment guy who has to do all of the phone calls. All he does is yell through the phone. "He wants us all back in England now. I told him no. Harry needs us and he might be released! He just kept yelling." Niall started to sniffle again I grabbed his shoulders and looked into his deep blue eyes. 

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